If you had come to Melrose this morning, you would have found policemen at the back of the house, policemen driving on the grass in front of the house, kids running everywhere, and a large bus full of senior citizens--not to mention the Melrose Garden Friends in the garden and the park rangers dashing all over the place. How did this happen, you may ask. Well, it all started when the burglar alarm at the slave cabin was accidentally set off, then the alarm company tried calling the visitor center, but we didn't catch their call because we were madly trying to sell tickets for the large tour bus that arrived at 8:45 a.m. (we don't open up until 9:00), parents were dropping their junior rangers off, and the Garden Friends (who plant flowers in the gardens) were trying to get themselves together. So, when the alarm company can't reach us, they call the police. The police roll into the parking lot, and then everyone starts freaking out. Then we call the alarm people and tell the policemen that we are fine. Then, Kathleen (our park superintendent) was out in front of the house, when another police car rolls up the old driveway (where cars aren't supposed to go). I was afraid she was going to fire everyone when she came into the visitor center, but she said we'd have to try harder than that to get fired. Needless to say, by 8:57 this morning, I was pooped and felt like I'd put in a full day of work!
Other than the craziness this morning, today has been a good day. Here's a surprise--I got up and made breakfast for Angie and myself this morning (no, contrary to what you may be thinking, I did not fix cold cereal). I whipped up some eggs, hash browns, bacon, cantaloupe, and blueberry toast with cinnamon butter! I thought as long as Angie was having "Breakfast at Tiffany's," I ought to make it good. Angie and I had fun hanging out last night. We went to Magnolia Grill for dinner (the place that we park rangers named as having the best bread pudding in Natchez last year) and had some tasty food and, of course, bread pudding. Then we watched "Night at the Museum"--one of my latest favorite movies. Good times!
Things have been going well with taking care of the Wesselman's animals. Yesterday Cocoa got out right when I needed to leave, so I was chasing him all over the yard, but now I have discovered that the trick is to walk inside like you're locking him out, and then he wants to come in. Last night I discovered this poor little hummingbird who was stuck out by the geraniums. I picked him up with a towel and tried to help him, but I think he was really old. I set him down in the garden, surrounded by flowers, and then I think he died. I hope he was at least happy when he died. Poor little guy. At least he's in a better place now.
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